Last night I was knitting and found myself walking down those cold streets of Chicago. I’m sure that that city has claws which reach under the skin of everyone who stays there for a certain amount of time. But it’s touch is generally benevolent; I’m convinced of this. Otherwise there is no explanation as to why every so often when my mind is unfocused and 2,104 miles away, that I still find myself dragged back to Chicago where I walk down the streets, visit parks, and lay in the bed of my bestfriend.